Chapter 2: Silk and Leather

Falling into the lush back seat, Greg laid out across the leather. He watched me as I crawled in to the car and stretched on top of him. His arms wrapped tightly around me as my legs fell to straddle his hips. As we kissed deeply, I could feel him grind up into me, his clothed erection rubbing hard against my swollen clit. An obscene groan came from the both of us as I pulled from his grasp and slid to my knees on the floor board. Positioning myself between those strong thighs, I swiftly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped him, pulling down his trousers just enough to get at his beautiful prick. It seemed that Greg had something of a wild side and was wearing silky deep red trunk shorts that fit his toned legs and perfect cock so well it made my breath hitch. He repositioned himself at a better angle and propped his head up on the door. Looking down at my lust driven awe, he carded his fingers in my hair and said, "I wore them just for you…I was under the impression that you enjoyed the way silk feels against your lips."

My mind hadn't wrapped around the situation quite yet, and I couldn't take my eyes from the beautiful bulge encased in burgundy silk; it made my mouth water, my clit twitch, and every fiber of my being needed to taste this man. My pause seemed to stun him briefly as he reached to pull off his trunks, "Um…I can just tak—"

His self-conscious words brought my attention back to the task before me and I dove in, pushing his hands away from his waist. God…he smelled absolutely divine. I felt him relax under me as I drew my mouth and tongue over the hot fabric, teasing under his firm balls, breathing heavily on the creases of his thighs and then slowly licking the fabric up his thick manhood. His hands had moved into my hair, not pushing or guiding, just holding my hair away from my face. Looking up at him, I nearly came. His chocolate eyes were filled with longing and need. His lips were parted just enough to add a softness to his yearning features. When my eyes locked on his, my tongue had just reached the tip of his swollen cock and I saw his eyelids flutter. A crease formed between his eyebrows and he moaned. It was unlike the other groans I had heard; it was perfect and beautiful: an appeal for me to stop torturing him and take him.

I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted Greg at that moment. I wanted him to have his way with me - and for me to have my way with him. Even my interest in Mycroft hadn't been this compelling; it was both exhilarating and terrifying. But, I couldn't delay any more. I needed to taste him and have that perfect prick in my mouth. I pulled his trucks down and hooked them under his balls. I dove right in: taking Greg all the way down my throat and swallowing around him. As my throat gripped him I took in the beauty that was his surprised groan as his head tilted back, his mouth gaping and his eyes screwed shut. His cock became impossibly hard and with only two more bows to the shrine that was this man, he came loud and hard down my throat. Sucking him dry, he half moaned and half whimpered, "Jesus….bleeding…Christ! Holy…Hell….Mycroft…didn't….Jesus….!"

I helped him into his pants and trousers again. I climbed up on the seat between his parted thighs and just laid against his heaving chest. After he got his breath back, he pushed me off of him so he could sit up a bit more. Getting comfortable, he held his arm out and pulled me hard against him, kissing my hairline and running his fingers along my shoulder. His other arm was wrapped around my hip, our legs tangled together while we relaxed in the warmth of each other.

"I take it Mycroft decided for it to be a surprise then?" I said looking at him with a wicked grin.

It took him a second to collect his thoughts but then he laughed and said, "Well…even if he had told me that you could do that, I wouldn't have believed him. You have ruined me for every other blowjob I may receive… even Mycroft can-. Jesus!"

Greg trembled and his body gripped me harder. For the first time in my life I actually felt a stab of regret. Not at pleasing Greg - that was top notch - but at the fact that I still wanted more: more than just tonight with him. 'Jesus, Anthea…you want your bosses bisexual boyfriend. That will work out well for your career,' I thought to myself. But, I suppose if tonight is all I have, then I had better make it count. Just then the door opened and Mycroft climbed in, sitting in the seat across from us. As the car lurched away from the restaurant, Mycroft just smiled knowingly at us.

"I see you found another of Anthea's hidden talents. Quite amazing isn't she?" Mycroft said warmly.

"God. Mycroft…are you sure that I am supposed to be a gift for her? It seems a bit more the other way around, yeah?"

As I tried to slide to the other end of the seat, Greg pulled me hard back into him. "No you don't. You are staying right here for the rest of the night. I don't want you any further away from me than this."

I was suddenly overwhelmed with the gravity of the situation. Relaxing into his arms again, I couldn't bring myself to look at either of them. I had never felt so many emotions at one time. I was completely overwhelmed. I was sad, but exhilarated; I was worried that I wouldn't be able to maintain objectivity when around Greg after tonight. Every thought that went through my brain must have been apparent on my face, because Greg placed his hand on the side of my neck and tilted my head towards his. His lips danced across mine. His mouth was warm and sweet and his kiss was full of a tenderness that took me completely off guard. I pushed away from him and launched myself across the car, tugging down my dress as I tried to maintain my calm exterior. My mind was shouting at me to either leap from the car and never look back or throw myself at Mycroft's mercy and hope for a transfer.

I just couldn't do it. I don't know what came over me. It was supposed to just be sex! Like it had always been with Mycroft. But with Greg's arms around me… I felt a desire that I wasn't prepared for: I wanted to sleep in his arms and hug him when he had a bad day and... GOD, what the bloody fuck is happening to me!?

Lost in my own meltdown I didn't notice that Mycroft had knelt in front of me and was wrapping his arms around my shoulders, pulling me towards him. My whole body was trembling. I was dangerously close to blurting out all of my wildly inappropriate desires for Greg if I didn't do something. So I hugged Mycroft back and pulled away.

"Thank you for such a lovely evening and…gift, sir. But we should really discuss your meeting tomorrow wi—" I was cut off as the tips of Mycroft's soft fingers rested against my lips. I could feel Greg sliding close; he wrapped an arm around me and held me tight. Mycroft pulled his hand away and kissed me softly.

"Anthea, my dear…this one night wasn't your gift. Yes, Greg had a fantasy that involved me watching the two of you, but that was just a ploy to get you here and open enough to hopefully realize what you have been trying to hide from yourself. Greg himself is your gift. It would seem that I have known about your desire for him a lot longer than you have…as is obvious by your…surprise." Smiling warmly, he kissed my forehead and continued.

"Greg and I decided long ago that there were desires on both of our parts that couldn't be quenched by one another. When it became obvious to me that Greg was harboring a bit more than sexual desire for you, I proposed an agreement. I knew you were interested in him. And as he began to spend more time in the office, it was obvious that he wanted you as well. Yes, of course, it was purely sexual at first. But I saw the way you looked at him when he had bad days or if I had to cancel. For the first time I saw actual…kindness in your eyes when you looked at him. The same way you look at me when you think I don't see you. For 15 years you have been such a solitary beauty. I know that the job doesn't accommodate love easily, but I think it time you allowed yourself the chance."

My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to pass out. Was I really this transparent? Mycroft leaned forward and kissed me deeply; passion and…what could only be love poured from his every touch. It was like a flood that he had turned on: all of a sudden his whole body screamed affection to me, not just passion or desire, but true adoration. I could feel Greg's hand on my back rubbing soft circles between my shoulder blades. When we pulled apart I could see Greg's arm was around Mycroft as well. Greg pulled me to him and wrapped me in his protective arms, kissing my temple as Mycroft slid onto the seat next to me.

"We fit perfectly, the three of us," continued Mycroft, "Whom do I trust with my life? My every need and care in the world? My secrets?—You, my dear. Greg is most dear to me as well and it would be our honor, my dear, if you would consider being more involved in our lives together - in whatever way you feel comfortable, of course."

I was stunned into silence. I could barely breathe and was totally at a loss for what Mycroft was really asking me. Greg squeezed me tight again, taking one of my shaking hands in his. He said, "We are asking you to be a part of our relationship, gorgeous. You are everything I have ever wanted in a woman: fierce, sexy, and smart. Mycroft is everything I could ever want in a man. And yes, I want to have my cake and eat it too. I want the both of you every day, for the rest of ever…or until you realize that I am not as polished as you two are, and you cut me loose. I know it's a bit much to think about tonight, so why don't you sleep on it and we can discuss it—"

"Yes…," I whispered. I had spent too many years avoiding love because it would hurt my career, now it would seem that they can go hand in hand, and I couldn't let that get away. A bit louder, I said, "Yes, of course. As long as I can have both of you… I will be perfectly happy."

I could sense Greg's heartbeat increase as his breath hitched. Mycroft allowed a look of pure glee spread across his face for a brief second before leaning over me and kissing Greg deeply. He then lowered his head to me, his lips barely touching mine, before diving in. I pulled him on top of me driving my tongue deep into his warm mouth. I could feel Greg under me beginning to swell as he held both of us. It was perfection: Mycroft's soft lips filling my whole body with warmth while Greg's breath on my neck and soft kisses along my flesh calmed my concerns. I relaxed between them and felt the wave wash over me.

"Splendid!" Mycroft whispered into my lips.